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The Grand Crossover RP - Pathway to Origin [OOC/Apps Closed for Finale]


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There's a Skype convo?

 

Yes.  I'll have you added as soon as possible.

 

But yeah, I guess someone has to PM me about what's currently is discussed in the skype convo, or I'll try to find a way to be able to use skype.

 

I'll send you a daily feed if you'd like.  Just let me know about what time (Eastern, Pacific, Central, etc) you want me to send it to you, on average.

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And now, a sneak peak at an upcoming character in Arc 4. . .  .

 

[spoiler=Revy Two Hands]"Roll tape.  Conducting interview one of one.  State your name please."

 

She rolls her eyes and takes a heavy draw from a cigarette.  "Revy.  Revy Two Hands."

 

"Thank you Revy.  Madam Revy, word on the 'streets' is that you're crazy.  And I honestly believe you are," says the interviewer with a chuckle.  Revy cracks a smile.

 

"Crazy?  Nah, nah, nah.  You got it all wrong.  But if I was crazy," she said getting to her feet, threateningly pacing around the room.

 

"Madam, p-please be seated now.  No need for hostili--"

 

"If I was really crazy I'd run up inside an orphanage, and torment kids, and beat baby's faces with bags of oranges.  Fake my origin and tell people that I was born to sin.  I'd go back to filming molested porn again.  I would murder a b**** then steal her body from whatever morgue it's in and take it back to an ally to torture it.  Study all of the Freddy Kreuger, Michael Myers, and Chucky horror flicks--"

 

"Revy, is that a knife you have in your hand!?"

 

"Of course it is!  I'd run around crazy like the Afghans do, in some black camp boots, wearing a f***in' Batman suit.  And scream at b****es like Fatman Scoop!  And tell 'em to take a deep breath 'cause this'll be the last chance to!  I'd hate everyone who was sane and gifted.  Claim that my brain was missing, while sniffin' cocaine and cut my clit for the Pain Olympics.  If I was crazy I would pick up this f***ing gun and use it.  And tell Dutch outside to go and light the fuses!  But--"

 

The building explodes and Revy is last seen leaving from the fifth story window.

 

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"Roll tape. Conducting interview one of one. State your name please."

 

She rolls her eyes and takes a heavy draw from a cigarette. "Revy. Revy Two Hands."

 

"Thank you Revy. Madam Revy, word on the 'streets' is that you're crazy. And I honestly believe you are," says the interviewer with a chuckle. Revy cracks a smile.

 

"Crazy? Nah, nah, nah. You got it all wrong. But if I was crazy," she said getting to her feet, threateningly pacing around the room.

 

"Madam, p-please be seated now. No need for hostili--"

 

"If I was really crazy I'd run up inside an orphanage, and torment kids, and beat baby's faces with bags of oranges. Fake my origin and tell people that I was born to sin. I'd go back to filming molested porn again. I would murder a b**** then steal her body from whatever morgue it's in and take it back to an ally to torture it. Study all of the Freddy Kreuger, Michael Myers, and Chucky horror flicks--"

 

"Revy, is that a knife you have in your hand!?"

 

"Of course it is! I'd run around crazy like the Afghans do, in some black camp boots, wearing a f***in' Batman suit. And scream at b****es like Fatman Scoop! And tell 'em to take a deep breath 'cause this'll be the last chance to! I'd hate everyone who was sane and gifted. Claim that my brain was missing, while sniffin' cocaine and cut my clit for the Pain Olympics. If I was crazy I would pick up this f***ing gun and use it. And tell Dutch outside to go and light the fuses! But--"

 

The building explodes and Revy is last seen leaving from the fifth story window.

Alexander and Alister watch the scene unfold from a restaurant a few blocks away. Alister sighs.

 

"Guess we're about to have yet another sociopath enter the fray," he groaned.

 

"Oh, c'mon, Al," Alexander replied as he took a sip of tea, "it can't be as bad as you--"

 

"Really, Alex?! Need I remind you of the real reason Kozaky had to leave production?!"

 

Alexander's eyes widened, fearing Alister may do just that. "Uhh--"

 

"Wasn't it because he had to go on maternity leave?" Sayer replied from the next table over. "I mean, he did have that one-night fling with the orange tentacle-plant thing--"

 

"Sayer!" Alexander yelped as he slammed his teacup onto his table. "The words "one-night fling" and "tentacle" in the same sentence NEVER indicate that the coitus was mutual!!"

 

"I fail to see how a male-pregnancy has anything to do with hiring sociopaths for the RolePlay," bemused Jeanne, the commotion having distracted her from her date with Jecht.

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